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[verse 1: spm] now spread the word i got them bricks on the dead end street and watch them jump out boys cause they rollin’ ten deep creepy crawlin’ the night ya’ll know the deal on the m*th*f*ckin’ hill we all strapped to kill chill hittin’ licks in the wind that never ceases gettin ‘mad cause they asking me for three dollar pieces how the f*ck i supposed to come up of a shy move run up on a twenty and get yo *ss an ice cube it ain’t nothing why you b*mpin in yo cutl*ss just understand the roughness never cut for the gutless cause it’s do or die you ask who am i? that mama’ a heartbreaker ever since junior high in the eye of the public the brown be a suspect so the streets taught me to be loveless causing rawkus in a dope fiends bucket my two favorite subjects was duck its and f*ck it

[chorus: spm] the night shift young hustlers working grave yards the night shift street soldiers working grave yards my nine be beside me tonight we work the night shift my nine be beside me tonight we work the night shift

[verse 2: pimpstress] it’s yo midnight mistress player named pimpstress i keep it crunk handle up on my business queen of the clique fiend for my sh*t i’m sucked and corrupt sixteen in my clip puffin black and milds you can’t crack my style playa’ hatin’ b*tches make me crack a smile to-night we hoo-ride in the moonlight my freddie ruger sounds like the fourth of july fools die f*cking with my feria daddy streets wanna marry a then bury ya nina rocks, mary jane, miss cocaine these three devils brought us deep in this dope game so strange, true g’s won’t change close range, left ya boys with no brains street zombies takin’ out posses dangerous hobbies, just call me

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[verse 3: spm] alone in my home c*ck my gats i’m known for my dope so i watch for jacks keep out burglar come on in bring all yo men let the games begin pumping em in the cheek man i hot shots coming out my banana got plans like santa anna got b*lls like tony montana trick or treat smell my heat in my motherf*cking drum beats don’t believe the tales from my hood? come see it ain’t no joke you can smoke this ain’t no wonderland i kicks this sh*t so you motherf*ckers understand i pop mine with a glock nine blow the head off a motherf*cking stop sign be the one never you come, i come better bring yo umbrella i bring the rough weather one treasure one pleasure choppin up cheddar ya whole crew get done by one fella